I just realized there was a blatant plot hole staring right in the face!
What in the world happened to the luxurious, royal dress that Elara had conjured for back then?
When Titania stripped completely naked at the summit?!
I had just appeared in Shishi-no-su wearing my forr tunic once more, and I hadn’t even found it odd at the ti.
Not a single thought about where the fancy dress had vanished to, or how I’d ended up back in my starting clothes without explanation.
Hmmm. What exactly is the author doing to this manga?
{This is a novel, Master.}
[Sa thing.]
Anyway, I was sensing the familiar feel of Titania’s magic lingering in the air like a soft, persistent hum that tugged gently at my senses.
So I was heading straight toward wherever she was hiding in order to try and cheer her up properly, and hopefully win yet another valuable favor from soone as royally important as her in this realm.
But I couldn’t quite shake off the nervousness that had settled deep in my stomach like a cold weight.
What if my attempt completely backfired and she actually decided to turn into a prisoner instead of accepting my words?
It would possibly lead to having no choice but to try and leave by force, which would inevitably escalate into a full-blown battle right here in Fairylynch.
One that would probably involve fighting against Clay and Roselyn, the very sa girls I had just spent hours tangled up with in the most intimate ways imaginable.
Ah, it felt bitterly sour in my mouth just thinking about having to raise a hand against those cute little girls.
But honestly, they themselves were quite dangerous in their own right and might seriously hurt too if things turned ugly;
Roselyn’s raw strength, Clay’s surprising reflexes, and the way they could move so fast with those wings...
Yeah, that wasn’t a fight I wanted to test anyti soon.
***
Huh?
At the corner of my eyes, as I continued walking along the glorious and truly gigantic forest of Fairylynch with its towering trees stretching endlessly overhead, I caught sothing strange moving just off the path.
"Psst! Psst!"
Soone was peeping out from behind a humongous gathering of light purple flowers—each bloom easily the size of a small house, petals soft and velvety, releasing a faint, sweet fragrance that hung thick in the air—calling at with repeated, urgent little "psst!" sounds.
I stepped off the soft mossy path and approached the building-size flower gathering, pushing carefully between a few massive stems until I was hidden from the main trail as well.
"Uhm... Did you want sothing from ... Clay?"
Yes, it was definitely Clay. Acting like she was hitting on .
She was wearing black shorts now—tight, high-cut ones that clung to the gentle curve of her hips and the tops of her thighs like a second skin, the dark fabric accentuating every subtle shift of her body.
Paired with them was this suggestive top that resembled black lingerie in every sinful way:
Thin straps over her shoulders, a deep plunging neckline that frad the delicate swell of her small breasts, sheer panels along the sides that hinted at smooth skin beneath, and a cropped hem that left a tantalizing strip of her toned midriff bare.
The material looked soft yet slightly glossy, catching the diffused light in a way that made it shimr faintly against her light skin, turning the whole outfit into sothing blatantly erotic;
Designed not just to cover, but to tease, to invite lingering glances at the way it hugged her petite fra and emphasized every innocent-yet-provocative curve.
She was standing like three feet away from , both of us tucked safely behind the massive flower bush and out of sight from anyone passing by.
Her big violet eyes would dart up to et mine for a fleeting second—wide, shimring with nervous energy, frad by long dark lashes that fluttered every ti she blinked—then imdiately look away, dropping to the ground or flicking to the side as though she couldn’t bear to hold the contact for more than a heartbeat.
And then they’d sneak back up again, catching mine once more before the cycle repeated.
It went on like that, over and over, each stolen glance so achingly adorable that my soul felt like it was about to depart my body from the sheer excess of cuteness overload.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink that spread down her neck, making her heart-shaped face look even softer and more vulnerable.
Those big violet eyes—glistening just a little as if she were holding back sothing huge—combined with the way her small mouth parted slightly in silent little breaths, turned her into the ultimate fan-service package:
Shy, flustered, impossibly endearing, and every tiny fidget screaming "look at , and please notice how nervous I am for you."
Her fingers were twirling together in front of her waist in tight little knots, knuckles brushing against the hem of her shorts, while her bare feet—small and delicate—drew invisible little symbols and circles on the soft mossy ground beneath her.
Her toes were curling inward every few seconds like she was trying to anchor herself against whatever storm was raging inside her.
Uhm... what is this?
Ahaha. It almost looked exactly like she was shy about confessing her feelings or sothing straight out of a romance scene.
"Did you want to follow to et Titania?" I asked gently, hoping the question would help ease so of her obvious tension.
"N... No..."
Aww. Her voice was so small and trembly, like the tiniest, most adorable kitten wling for attention—high-pitched, barely above a whisper, cracking just a little at the edges.
Ah, if not, then what exactly did she want?
She was blushing super hard now, the color spreading all the way to the tips of her slightly pointed ears, and she looked downright uncomfortable in the sweetest possible way;
Her shoulders hunched slightly, wings quivering behind her in tiny, involuntary flutters.
Maybe she just wanted to see my face again up close?
No, no. I was being arrogant again, letting my ego run wild.
Anyway, I really did have to et up with Titania soon, for this nigh-political matter that could decide whether I walked out of here freely or ended up locked in so fairy dungeon.
So I gave her a small, reassuring wave and turned to leave the shelter of the flowers;
"Don’t worry, I will co back to you soon," I said softly over my shoulder as I started to step away from the towering purple blooms.
But sothing suddenly grabbed my left arm with surprising force and shoved back abruptly into the hidden space.
Gyahh!! I felt like a plastic bottle being casually crumpled in their grip!
And it was—
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